I was giving the soft serve machine a nice shine when a
frazzled mother came in with her children. They were jumping around the shop in
excitement while I ran around to fix them their cones. After 5 kids’ sizes of
Spiderman, Grape Creamsycle, Rocky Road, Mint Chip and Chocolate Chip Cookie
Dough had been served, the weary woman dropped her purse to the counter,
waiting to pay. Her short, dark hair had frizzed around her head, framing her
face that seemed to be sweating from the exhaustion of chasing after her 4
hooligans. I rang her in, and was about to turn back to cleaning the soft serve
machine when she called me back. “Do you think we could get some extra napkins?”
she asked.
I nodded, realizing that the napkins that usually rested on
the counter had all been used up. I jogged into the back and came out with a
full package. I hastily pulled a handful from the paper bag, complete with at
least 30 napkins, and placed them on the counter. Imagine my anguish when the
woman proceeded to slide the full stack of napkins off the counter. She was
gone before I knew it, off to find her children. I stood there, silently, in
remorse for the trees that had just been sacrificed in a moment of inattention.
30 napkins amoungst 5 ice creams.
Paper products are a gift, people. Treat them as such.
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